Love Thursday & 'the noise'

Here is my Chookooloonks Love Thursday photo… my husband and his dad (bapa) taking the kids out for a drive.

And now, about the noise…

We were having dinner one night and we heard a weird, but familiar ‘noise’, and as we were looking at one another around the table, my 2 year old proudly exclaims “Dat mine bottom!”

Super home-schooling mom, I am… or am I?

Remember those days before you had your first, newborn baby? You were going to be super mom, the best mom ever, you were going to succeed where your mom failed, you were not going to make all those mistakes that other moms make, you had those pregnancy newsletters coming to your inbox every week, you were going to rule the world… ok, maybe not rule the world, but you were going to me the best mom the world had ever seen… seriously… remember that?

I was going to be super mom, determined to prove my mother wrong… I mean, there was no way any of my kids were going to end up sleeping in our bed… yeah, right… Although in my defense, my first born did sleep in his own crib, in his own room for a whole 3 months!!

In my super mom days, I was sure that I would home-school my kids, I mean its the only option, right? I would know they were safe, I could give them more attention than a public school teacher, I would make sure they had a play group to socialize… yeah, I had it all planned out, it would be super!

Fast forward to reality, and my almost 4 year old is almost ready for school, ready to be taught by a super teacher!

Sadly, it turns out that I am not super mom. I am tired. I have LOTS of headaches. I sometimes eat chocolate for lunch. I sometimes let my kids eat chocolate for lunch (occasionally). I am glad that my 4 year old is going OUT OF THE HOUSE for school. He’s glad too.

I am a little nervous about it, and scared that my first born is leaving his home and his mom for the first time, and I think that although he is excited and happy, he is also scared. Its only natural.

As much as I do look forward to the decreased fighting, decreased screaming, decreased running, jumping, and just all round craziness, I will miss my baby…

So here we are… next week Tuesday we will embark on a whole new phase of our family life.

What are your thoughts about home-schooling versus public school?

Watch what you say.

Four year olds do not have a lot of patience… (shocking discovery, I know… ) especially when waiting in line for a turn on the mini bumper boats.

Almost 4 year old: I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I just CAN’T wait!

Daddy: Why? What’s going to happen to you if you wait?

I was just about to enter into their conversation with the words, ‘are you going to explode if you wait’? And then quickly stopped myself… no, not because they are perhaps not the best words to say to a 4 year old and may one day cause him to require therapy, but because as a headscarf-wearing woman, accompanied by a bearded husband… trust me on this… ‘explode’ is not a word that you would want to be saying in public!

You wish to have talking kids, because…

1. They can tell you when their ‘milk bottle’ is leaking.

   Me: What’s wrong with your bottle?
   While milk is leaking onto 2 year old’s chin
   2 year old: It ruined, it ruined, ohhh noooo, it ruined!

   Oh, he’s not overly dramatic or anything.

2. So that they can talk some sense into their toys.

   Almost 4 year old: Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
   Daddy: Who are you talking to?
   Almost 4 year old: My car! Stop it!
   Daddy: What is wrong with you car?
   Almost 4 year old: It keeps moving! Arrrrr! STOP IT!

   Where does that anger come from??

3. And so that they can let you know when they have too much energy. Because apparently they remember from this article, and they are running around shouting “energy, energy, energy”!

Horayyyy for teaching kids to talk!

Love Thursday, and not-so-much love Thursday.

This is my entry for ‘love Thursday’ over at Chookooloonks. It is a picture of me with my first son, we went out to the beach right after sunrise. Taken last Fall, at Sauble Beach, Ontario. I love this picture.

Meanwhile, today after thinking that my kids were peacefully sleeping, I went into their room only to find the toddler, aka middle child, fell asleep in front of the room door (which he cannot open without the help of his brother), using his BLOCKS as a pillow, and smelling of poop! There are no words for how I felt… poor kid… if only I could kiss him enough to make up for my guilt! So now I am wondering, could a stay at home mom be fired for poor performance??